Several years ago, I was in a waiting room while my father had heart surgery. Two things I remember were that for some reason they had us in an area that was primarily the waiting room for pediatric surgery and, a woman with one of the other families in the same lobby was getting a call every 5 minutes. I remember these things because the woman's ringtone was "If I die young" by The Band Perry. Every 5 fucking minutes, this woman's phone started screaming "If I die young, bury me in......." This was enough to make me want to fly off the handle waiting on my 60 year old father's surgery. I can't imagine if I'd been with a family who was waiting to hear about a child. To this day I can't hear that song while seeing red for a minute.